My blood and bone are from the soil of another land; my imagination is stirred by the histories of other countries I spent time in before settling down here in the True North Strong and Free, so I don't always think of myself as being Canadian. But seeing the red and white uniforms of Canadian athletes, and the proud Maple Leaf on flags and mittens stirs up a national pride I'm not aware of most of the time. Not to mention the understated but (again) proud display of the opening ceremony in Vancouver which had me wanting to yell out from the front stoop: "Hell yeah, Canada!" And then add for good measure: "eh!"... there is no doubt: I am Canadian.